You'll never guess what I had the opportunity to do yesterday evening. I was weeding in the front yard, and who should be riding by?
Yes. She stopped and chatted and then she asked,
Would you like to try my bike?
Would I?
I hopped on that bad boy and rode down my street. I beeped the big fat ah-ooo-ga horn! I rang the little ting-a-ling bell! Ginger's bike has a big orange flag on top, and a bandanna flails in the wind for good measure.
How great is it her name is Ginger?
I feel a tiny bit guilty about leaving my children unattended in the yard in order to follow my dream, but when would I have this opportunity again? Besides, Ginger was right there watching them.
I want to be just like her when I grow up.
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I want to be just like her right this minute, in fact, call me Ginger.
love.
Ginger
I would totally ride that bike! I'd put my kid in the back - with my books!
No way!!
I love it.
That is so cool!
Our son is unable to balance on a bike. We bought him a bike just like that one. It is even blue. He loves it. The first time he made it move he screamed "I'm flying!" You may have given me the courage to get on it and not care what the neighbors think.
you already are .. i can see your bandana flapping in the wind all the way from boston!!
I love the name Ginger!
You need to get you one of them thar bikes.
;)
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